[MF] A NUDE MODEL GAVE ME THE HAPPIEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE!

This is a long one so buckle up.

I’m an average looking brown dude which means that I’m about a 4, but I’m tall so I’m more like 6, unless I’m talking to a racist in which case my number never gets above -1. But I’m confident and funny so once I get into a conversation with a girl I can get my number up to 8.5 if I have enough time. That’s the thing, I need time. I bring this up because I have some good looking guy friends and I’ve watched girls in bars literally make out with them without ever exchanging a word. This never happens to me. I have to talk my way into pussy which is what this story is about. It’s about the long game.

**My Backstory:** I get no swipes on tinder. Zero. Brown guys are invisible to pretty white girls. But like my immigrant brethren before me, I persisted in this unfamiliar land and I managed to find a way. I learned to flirt by watching Craig Ferguson clips on Youtube. I was always good at getting laughs from girls but not “sexy guy” laughs, more like “goofy guy” laughs. When you’re goofy, it’s hard not to be goofy. I’m not sure why but watching Craig Ferguson clips taught me how to be sexy-funny instead of goofy-funny. It sounds crazy but if it were not for Craig Ferguson I might still be a virgin to this day.

As I’ve said, dating apps don’t work for me so I’ve had to find creative ways to meet girls in the wild. Basically, I go to interesting events and strike up conversations with girls. In a seemingly controversial stance, **I actually don’t mind being friend zoned**. It’s happened a lot and I don’t mind it because I end up with a bunch of different girls to hang out with. Going out with girls is way better than going out with guys. One day, one of my female friends convinced me to take a figure drawing class at the local art college. It involved drawing naked chicks so I’m like “hell yes.” That decision led to the happiest moment of my life.

So here we go. My friend Clare (disclaimer: none of these are their real names) and I entered the studio. The class was mostly girls and a couple of dudes. The dudes seemed to be friend-zoned guys like me (the game is ruthless). I’m pretty sure I was the only guy in there who had ever seen the inside of a weight room. Anyway, the first weeks class was a naked dude, I’ll skip over that, but the second weeks class was a girl. A very attractive girl who was very fit. While her body was amazing, her face and brown eyes really drew me in. It was sort of like being in a less purvey strip club. My main move in strip clubs had always been to look the dancers in the eyes instead of looking at their bodies. Strippers seemed to like it so I tried as much as possible to look at the model’s eyes. I was fortunate enough that she positioned herself so that she was facing me directly. So the two of us are literally staring at each other for an hour while she’s standing there naked. The whole time I’m fantasizing about all types of things I’d like to do to her naked body other than draw it. After the class, I tried to find her on Instagram but I had no clue about her identity so it went nowhere.

Clare suggested we go to more classes and of course I agreed. I came up with the brilliant Idea of wearing a funny t-shirt to the class. I needed to make her notice me somehow so I figured this is one way to do it. I made sure to wear a new funny shirt for every class and on the night’s with the girl, she always seemed to face my chair. Every time she came out she would look around and find me and smile at my shirt. It actually worked! The stupid fucking shirt worked! I caught her a few times visibly trying to stifle her laughter.

Eventually, after every session, a group of students would end up chatting with the model. The dudes especially would move in quickly and basically surround her in like a thirsty dude Roman phalanx. I couldn’t really see a way to find an opening to get into the post class chat sessions without seeming too aggressive so I was never able to talk to her. But overhearing the chatting, she seemed to be really sweet. She mentioned that she always had body issues and then she got into fitness and she used the nude modeling as a way to overcome her body anxiety in a safe environment. **She’s an all-around cool girl with an exhibitionist streak.** Clare and I eventually stopped going to classes and I figured I’d never see the model again but I’m writing this story so obviously, I saw her again.

Fast forward a full year. A fucking year! I’m tagging along with another one of my female friends, Sara, to a yoga class because I’m the mayor of the friendzone. It’s a new yoga studio and they’re having a promotion so the classes are cheap. At the counter, we were greeted by the instructor. I immediately recognized her but it had been so long that I didn’t remember how I knew her. I flat out asked, “We’ve met before haven’t we?” She responded, “You look so familiar. Where do we know each other?” **Neither one of us realized that we stared at each other for several hours in a life drawing class a year previous.**

So we made our way to the studio and the class began. I’ve been to a bunch of yoga classes and it was pretty standard stuff. I caught eyes with the instructor several times and I was going crazy trying to figure out how I knew her. Then, toward the end of class, she hit a pose that I’d never seen in a yoga class but I had seen somewhere else. It’ was the same pose she stood in during the nude figure drawing class. And she stared right at me. She saw the look of realization on my face and winked at me. I almost fell over.

After the class, I met her at the front desk and we immediately started talking about the nude drawing class. She was super friendly and, surprisingly, a little self-conscious, I’m guessing because I’d seen her naked. I started making bad jokes, “so this is what you do when you have clothes on eh.” Real cheesy stuff but in that context, there’s such a thin line between being funny and being creepy that I tried to keep my jokes on the safe side. I didn’t get any kind of sexual vibe from her so I started to leave. But she stopped me. She told me that I should come to more classes and then gave me a couple of coupons for half off. It’s was a new studio and they were doing lots of promotions so I don’t think anything of it. I thanked her and left. I’m not sure why but I was incredibly turned on. **Something about seeing her naked before actually talking to her made the situation very arousing.** I couldn’t stop thinking about her on the walk home. I ended up masturbating that night while thinking about her. I usually masturbate to porn or memories of old sexual encounters. This is the first time I’d masturbated to a girl that I’ve met but had never had sex with. I tried to imagine a scenario where we would have sex but being a realist, I didn’t think any of them would actually happen.

Fast forward to the next month, I’m in the same neighborhood visiting Sara for coffee and low and behold, the nude model/yoga teacher is working the register. I’m like “how many jobs do you have?” She’s much more relaxed and laid back this time. We make some light chit chat while ordering and Sara started asking questions about how we know each other.

**Me:** The first time we met she got naked but I kept my clothes on. Guess where it was.

**Nude Model/Yoga/Barrista:** Only my body was exposed, but all of his emotions were exposed. I could see his entire soul through his eyes.

**Sara:** Strip club?

**Nude Model/Yoga/Barrista:** Good guess but no. Life drawing. I was the model.

**Me:** I was impressed by her posture and lack of tattoos.

**Nude Model/Yoga/Barrista:** I was impressed by his funny tshirts and lack of creepiness.

I can’t tell you how happy this made me because this is my zone. I use conversation to get girls and now I could use my skills in a coffee shop which is the perfect venue! This is by far the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to me. It’s conceivable that I might run into a yoga instructor who also works in a coffee shop in the same area, but to add in the nude drawing class which was in a completely different part of the city makes this entire chain of events almost unbelievable.

Now that I knew where she worked and her name “Jess”, I’m was able to drop in from time to time and put in some flirting work. I’d usually go to the coffee shop once or twice a week and chat her up. After a while, she started taking her breaks when I came around in order to chat with me. She would complain about how much it sucks to be single and that the guys she meets on tinder are never any good. I’d play it cool and tell her to keep at it. We’d look at her tinder together and I’d jokingly try to convince her to swipe right on some seriously suspect dudes. I’d make up entire backstories about these guys on the spot and she would love it.

**I noticed that she started to accidentally touch my leg with her foot and find other reasons to touch me.** She’d always ask me to come to her yoga class or figure drawing class. I’d tell her I was too busy for both but I would come to her yoga class if she taught it naked. This is the kind of long term flirting/inside jokes that an average looking brown guy has to do for a pretty white girl. To my surprise, she eventually says “fine come to class tonight.” Mind you, this is after a good four months of coffee shop flirting. I tell her “cool let’s get some drinks first.” She, of course, wonders why we would drink before a yoga class but I just tell her it to try it, “it helps to relax your muscles.” She agrees mostly because I think she just wanted to hang out with me.

So later that night, we met at a dive bar wearing yoga gear. Everyone else in the bar is forty plus years old and Vietnamese. We stick out but it doesn’t matter. The setting just created more opportunities to joke around. **At some point, I mention that I have a third nipple,** which I do, and she insists on seeing it. She starts grabbing at my shirt trying to lift it up and I’m fighting her off. I tell her she can only see one of my nipples if I can see one of hers. She protests and says that I’ve already seen both of hers. I tell her that doesn’t count because it wasn’t in a social setting, just a bullshit excuse really. She kept trying to negotiate but I held firm. Eventually, she stopped protesting and took two menus and stood them up on either side of the table like two very small walls. She takes a quick look around and then pulls her boob out from under her sports bra for a moment and tucks it back in. It was super sexy and the energy between us immediately went from fun to sexual. And like a true Craig Ferguson trained flirt, I told her that I lied about my third nipple. She flipped out and basically tares the shirt off me to see the nipple while also giving my thighs a couple of pinches as punishment. Once she calmed down I noticed she was definitely giving me sex eyes as we finished off our drinks.

Afterward, proceeded to walk to the yoga studio. We were tipsy but not drunk and there was a lot of playful pushing and bumping into each other happening. At this point, the sexual tension was out of control. I mean, it’s been over a year since I first saw her staring at me naked in that drawing class. She keeps saying that it’s not fair that I’ve seen her naked and she hasn’t seen me naked. I’m playing it cool but **while we’re waiting at a light, she pulls down my shorts and runs across the street leaving me there with my shorts and underwear around my ankles.** Now any normal dude would grab his shorts and pull them up post haste, but I’m a weirdo and I’ve got a big dick so I just stand there with my dick out staring back at her with my arms stretched out like “why did you leave me like this?” **She’s laughing her ass off but also yelling at me to pull up my shorts…and…I can see she can’t stop staring at my dick.** I tell her that she has to pull up my shorts because she pulled them down. So we’re in this weird standoff and I’m absolutely refusing to pull up my shorts. She’s laughing but she’s also worried that I’m never going to pull up my shorts. She actually took a few pics of me and told me she was going to post them to her group chat but I don’t budge. Cars start honking as they drive by and an irate Vietnamese store owner came out and threatened to call the police if I didn’t pull up my shorts and leave. I calmly told him to talk to the girl across the street. She finally ran back over and pulled up my shorts for me. It was ridiculous.

At the yoga studio, she lead me into the manager’s office. I’m not sure what’s happening but we’re having a great time so whatever. She took care of some office work and then turned to me with this mischievous look on her face and tells me to take off my clothes. She says that it’s only fair because I’ve seen her naked. I remind her that she pulled my shorts down on the street and took pictures of me. We debate for a while and then I finally caved and stripped off my clothes. She just sat in her chair with this coy look on her face looking at me. Then she put her hand on my thigh. No problem. Then she moved her hand closer to my dick. Cool cool I’m good. Then she moved her hand to the inside of my thigh. And I got hard. She stared at my dick for an uncomfortably long time then she smiled and said “Okay big boy. Put your clothes back on. I have to teach a class.” So what could I do? I put my clothes back on and went into the class.

During the class, she’s doing a great job of avoiding eye contact with me. Such a good job that I started to think that she was just messing with me the whole time and that she wasn’t actually interested in me. But, as she walked around the room adjusting people in their poses she made sure to put her hand on the inside of my thigh in the exact same spot while she adjusted me. And she kept it there until she could see that I was clearly hard again. She moved on to the next person and left me there in an awkward yoga pose trying to hide an erection.

At the end of class, she turned the lights out and lit a bunch of candles. She instructed everyone to lie on our backs with our legs against the wall. So we all lie on our backs spaced around the edge of the room. I’m looking straight up and can’t see what’s happening around me at all and I assume everyone one else is similarly blind to the rest of the room. She explains that she’s going to go around and ask people if they’d like a neck massage. I can hear her make her way around the room. **I eventually see her leaning over me. I’m smiling like an idiot and so is she. And then this happens.** She pulled her boob out and placed it on my mouth. I played it cool and sucked it gently. She pulled it back and started massaging my neck. Then she bent down again and kissed me. It was sexy as hell.

She stood up and instructed the class to lie in savasana. I opted to lie on my stomach until my dick got soft and then I turned over. After a while, she tells us that we can leave when we feel ready. I make sure I’m the last dude in there. I have absolutely no intention of leaving until someone literally tells me to get out. I wait for what feels like hours. I could hear people collecting their stuff and leaving the room one by one but I couldn’t see if anyone was left. Eventually, I heard footsteps and what sounded like the door locking. I heard footsteps again and then the rustling of clothes.

**And then I felt her sit on top of me.**

I opened my eyes and there she was completely naked straddling me. Because I’m an idiot, I started to speak but she put her finger to my lips. She leaned down and started making out with me right there on the floor of the yoga studio. I immediately got hard. Her lips were so soft and she smelled like vanilla and ginger. As we kissed she moved her hips back and forth on my dick. She let out some quiet moans. Her skin was moist with sweat and her body felt so firm and muscular. She shimmied off of me and pulled my shorts and underwear down. She took a swig from her water bottle and spit it on my dick. I’m guessing because she rightly assumed that my junk would be swampy after the class. Then she went down on me and it was amazing. I’ve never experienced a surprise blow job before and it was fantastic. I wasn’t sure how far this was going to go but then she pulled out a condom and I don’t think I’ve ever been harder in my life. She rolled it over my dick and then mounted me again. She started slowly moving up and down. **I could see that she was trying hard not to make noise so she grabbed her towel and bit into it.** I’d pictured this moment months ago when I masturbated to her but this was way better than I had imagined. She came very quickly and I was still very hard. She apologized for being so quick but I didn’t care, my mind was swimming in so many endorphins that I could barely see straight. She had some work to do at the front desk so she told me to pull my shorts up and wait here. So I did. While I was laying there my erection went away but it didn’t matter because I just laid there thinking that this was the happiest moment of my life. I felt like the luckiest guy ever. I can’t describe to you how awesome I felt. I wish everyone could feel that level of pure bliss at least once in their lives. I distinctly remember seeing the streetlights creating a wonderful soft glow through the windows. I just laid there thinking about how beautiful the world could be. The sent of her was still on me and smelled my shirt like a little kid. I wanted to remember that smell.

After about ten minutes, I heard someone come in. It wasn’t her. It was another girl. Also hot. She must have thought I fell asleep during savasana or something. She told me that they were closing up and I had to leave. So I picked up my stuff and made my way to the door. Jess was at the front desk tidying up. She was surprised to see me. I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable around her coworker so I just told her that it was a great class and thanked her. She played it cool too and I left. Before I made it down the stairs I could feel my phone vibrate. She messaged me and told me to wait for her at the Starbucks across the street. The Starbucks was closed so I stood in front of it like a schmuck for about ten minutes but it felt like ten hours. After she came out we went to her place and had sex for hours. It was passionate and emotional and I remember everything about it. We dated for six more months and then she moved to the UK for school.

We kept in touch for a while and she still likes most of my pics. But that moment when we were having sex on the floor of the yoga studio was the best, most blissful moment of my life. It took a while to get there but it was amazing. I honestly think about it every day.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/c11p1b/mf_a_nude_model_gave_me_the_happiest_moment_of_my

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